For Delany, sex is an integral part of storytelling, and one he wants no part in censoring. His walk stands by his talk: one book, Hogg, was unable to locate a publisher for nearly thirty years due to its sexual content. (Michael Hemmingson, writing for The Review of Contemporary Fiction, describes Hogg thusly: “Narrated by an eleven-year-old nameless boy who starts off as a prostitute and later hooks up with putrescent, murderous Hogg in a weekend of sexual lechery, scatological waywardness, and Vikingesque ‘raping and pillaging,’ the book would undoubtedly offend many readers.”) Delany’s view – informed by living through the early years of the AIDS epidemic, as well as his own identity as a gay man – is that sexual ignorance can be lethal, and suppressing it in his own work would be doing a disservice to his readers.